Monday, 10 October 2011


Oystercatchers

standing where sea meets land
a crowd has gathered
gossiping incessantly
chatting without pause
black and white their uniforms

suddenly they fly
circling excitedly
sound of wings and voice pervades the air
leisurely landing
a little further up the shore

they reconvene
continue without pause
this futile conversation
without quality or depth
just chattering for ever

2 comments:

CherryPie said...

That sounds like some of the people I work with... But your birds are far more elegant ;-)

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie: These birds are such a delight I had to write a poem about them.